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Poll Winner: Your Dirty Secret (Your Name)
🕑 Added 2021-06-27 07:07:39 +0000 UTCYour Name: Mitsuha and Taki were switching bodies with one another for weeks. This little story is about some of the many awkward, and sexually charged mishaps that no doubt occurred before their happily ever after. From trying out masturbation, to figuring out what to wear, to finding naked drawings of the other. Includes: Romance, Fluff, Comedy, Wholesome
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“I’m really sorry, sis,” Yotsuha, Mitsuha’s sister, apologized for the third time.
“It’s okay,” her sister replied. Or rather, the body of her sister. Taki wondered briefly if Mitsuha was going to blame him for the tea stains on her clothes, but she shrugged it off and smiled at Yotsuha. “Really, it’s okay. I’ll throw these pajamas in the wash and they’ll done when I wake up.”
“Okay…”
“Can I be excused to my room?” Taki asked, and Mitsuha’s grandmother nodded her head. The young woman rose up and walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Once the door was closed and she was sure the two were talking to each other about other matters, Taki’s body fell to the ground.
She leaned against the door, her back to it as she groaned. “Man, Mitsuha is going to kill me!” she grumbled.
It had been weeks since the two began to switch bodies, and while Taki was starting to get used to the ordeal, that didn’t change the fact that… well, there were certain aspects of Mitsuha’s life that Taki had yet to experience.
Things like her clothes. Obviously he had changed out of them before, but with her pajamas dirty now, he was now forced to try on an outfit other than her school uniform and sleeping clothes.
“Alright, let’s see what Mitsuha has,” Taki muttered, standing up and taking the clothes off of her body. The wet and sticky clothes clung to her skin, but she peeled them off and dropped them into the corner of the room where they laid forgotten. “Aww, man! Even her underwear is dirty!”
Taki could feel her face burning up with embarrassment. She lifted a hand up, gently placing her hand on her bra, feeling the breast just under the cloth. “W-wow…”
When things between them had started, Taki had… Well, he had partook in some less that chivalrous behavior. He groped Mitsuha’s tits, to put it bluntly. He squeezed them, and groped them, and it was one of the greatest things he had ever felt.
Mitsuha was a really pretty girl, and while she might not have been the biggest, she was definitely the softest.
She was also the only girl Taki had ever groped, so maybe she shouldn’t be thinking this.
“Focus,” she told herself, before she glanced down and found her hands already feeling Mitsuha’s breasts, squeezing and pressing against them. “Ah… Well, a few more seconds won’t hurt,” she mumbled, slipping her hands under her bra. “Whoa! They’re so soft!”
Mitsuha had forbidden him from even taking showers in her body. Her clothes were laid out, ready for use just in case they switched. That meant the only clothes Taki ever really wore were the pajamas and her school uniform. Mitsuha even went to sleep with a bra on, a fact that she made sure Taki knew was an inconvenience to her.
“Focus!” she repeated to herself, pulling her hands off of her breasts. She let out a sigh, before she began to pull at the bra she was wearing. She tugged on it, before pulling harder as she came to another problem. “H-how the heck does this thing come off?!”
Then she heard something snap, and her eyes widened. “Shit.” She dropped the now broken bra onto the ground, groaning once more. “Shit, shit, shit!” Well, he definitely had to leave an apology note now.
Now the panties. Oh, boy. The panties.
“Okay, just take them off, nice and quick, don’t get distracted, d-don’t stare.” She pulled them down her legs… and stared at Mitsuha’s pussy. Taki had gone to the bathroom as Mitsuha before, but their agreement was to not focus on, well, the difference in their bodies. Just do their business and go.
But Taki wasn’t in the bathroom, now was he? She? Pronouns were also becoming kind of a bitch lately with all their switching…
“She’s got a bit of hair down here,” she commented, feeling her cheeks burning as she gently touched the bush of dark hair. She bit her lower lip as she stared at Mitsuha's pussy, swallowing spit down as her fingers gently touched her womanhood.
Her fingers rubbed against her crotch, feeling a certain warmth from it, but it wasn’t anything too crazy, at first. Then her finger brushed against Mitsuha’s clit and her eyes widened. She felt a trembling sensation going through her body
Taki took a deep breath, before sighing, pulling his hand away. He couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t.
For her sake.
Taki returned her attention to the closet again, opening it to look at the clothes inside. She felt her cheeks burning slightly from the different outfits she saw, including a swimsuit that hung untouched in the corner.
She lifted her hand, hesitating for only a moment, before she touched the fabric. It was soft, but her mind wondered how Mitsuha would feel wearing it. She could feel her face burning as the question bounced around in her skull, before she quietly gulped and shook her head.
“Focus,” she hissed at herself, pulling away from the bikini and looking at the other outfits Mitsuha had, but every time her eyes lingered on one, she’d feel her heart pound as she imagined Mitsuha, the real one, wearing those outfits.
“She’d look really cute in this,” she muttered, picking up the corner of a skirt. “It looks small, though. Is this a few years old? Or… or did she mean to get it…?” She whimpered quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as she pulled away once more.
She grabbed a shirt and some shorts and pulled them out of the closet, sighing quietly as she closed the closet.
“Okay. Got it. W-wait.”
Underwear. Mitsuha needed underwear. Shit.
“Where’s her underwear?” she asked, glancing around the room, opening shelves here and there. “Where is it? Where is it? Please, don’t make me ask her-ah! Got it!” she cheered, picking up one of Mitsuha’s underwear from a drawer.
She blinked for a moment, before she tugged on the sides of it, stretching it a bit, before rubbing it between her thumb and index finger. It was so soft. So nice to touch. So…
Taki’s face flared up again, turning bright red as she quickly tried putting the underwear on. She took long, steady breaths, telling herself again and again to just ignore, to just… focus on going to sleep.
No problem, she told herself.
Just ignore how soft the fabric was, how it pressed against Mitsuha’s skin, how well it hugged her cute, perky butt, and how nice it felt against her skin. Just ignore all that.
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Mitsuha would kill him if she knew what Taki was doing.
That’s why she would never find out. Taki would take this secret to the grave. That was the promise he made for himself as Mitsuha’s fingers, controlled by him, began to finger and push inside of her own pussy, right under the panties she was wearing.
The feeling of two fingers inside of her made Taki moan, leaning her head back as she humped them, moving her hips to help ease her digits into her. She bit her lower lip, eyes staring shakily at nothing as she kept going.
She leaned back, shaking as her muscles kept her upright. Two fingers in her pussy while her other hand gently pressed against her clit, moaning at the feeling. Electrical pleasure shot through her body, filling her, consuming her as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes.
What was happening? Was this how it felt when girls touch themselves? It was amazing… She held back a moan with her sealed lips as she felt another finger entering her, sliding along her wet insides. She closed her eyes, wondering if Mitsuha made a habit of… of enjoying herself like this.
Has she ever felt anyone do this to her? A spark of jealousy burned at the thought, but his fantasies quickly drowned it out.
He saw himself, the man he really was, fingering Mitsuha’s pussy, watching her moan and writhe. Her voice would moan out his name, and he’d cut her off with a ki-
The thought made Taki’s cheeks burn, yet her fingers wouldn’t stop, pushing in and out of her, exploring Mitsuha’s womanhood. Her juices spilled onto the panties, coating each finger as she quickened the pace.
Like a rising fire, she felt her body burn with satisfaction and ecstasy. The man had cum before in his own body, but this was so different, and the fantasy of Mitsuha moaning out his name, holding him, p-pressing her lips against his…
Taki moaned quietly, unable to contain her voice as she came on the bed, coating her own juices with Mitsuha’s pussy. She could feel her toes curling, her legs shaking, her muscles spazzing out as she came…
And then her body fell onto the bed, laying there as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, then at her own shimmering fingers, staring at the juices that laid on them…
And then she realized how wet Mitsuha’s panties were.
“Ah, damn it.”
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Mitsuha glared at the ceiling.
She was Taki again. That much was obvious just from looking at the ceiling or listening to the hustle and bustle of Tokyo outside. She could hear cars racing by, the hum of the train, the life of the city…
Yes, she was a he right now…
And he had a problem.
“Damn it, Taki,” he growled, lifting his head up to stare at her, er, his erection.
His cock was hard, pressing against the inside of his panties as his head fell back on the soft pillow. This wasn’t the first time she had woken up with Taki’s penis hard and… and throbbing between her legs.
God, it felt so warm. His hand slipped under the bed, gently touching the member, shuddering as he felt it throbbing against his hand.
“It’s so big,” Mitsuha whimpered, gulping down his nerves. “H-how can…? How is this supposed to fit in me?” In me? No, in anyone. In any girl!
But… but the thought did linger in her head. His head? Gah, Mistuha was so confused by that, but the truth was she did want… to feel good. She so badly wanted to feel something, and when she felt her hand sliding over Taki’s cock, waves of pleasure went through their body…
He gulped, before his other hand other hand pulled at the sheets, lifting them up and starding down at the tent on his crotch. His heart was still racing as his hand lifted up his pajamas, pulling them down to better see his c-c-c…
Taki’s penis.
Mitsuha knew Taki had one, obviously, and she had felt it the first time she was him, but this was the first time she was actually touching it while it was… like this.
“So Taki feels this good when he… when he…” The very thought brought a bright blush to Mitsuha’s face, and he let out a small whine at the thought, but her mind couldn’t stop. She kept thinking about Taki’s penis.
How big it was. How long. How hard it felt against her, his, their fingers… She whimpered, biting her lower lip as her hand kept moving. Her eyes stared down the shaft, watching the foreskin move up and down with her hand, before Mitsuha pulled it down as far as it would go.
“Ow. Pulled too hard…”
Taki might kill her if he knew what she was doing, but that didn’t stop Mitsuha as he stared down it. A drip of precum inched out of the head and his eyes widened at the sight.
“Taki’s precum…” Mitsuha swallowed spit down his throat as his mind raced, overwhelmed with the feeling of Taki’s hand and… and what his body might be like against hers.
A fantasy played out in Mitsuha’s mind. The two of them on a bed. Hers? His? His felt a bit more suited for this. They’d be on his bed, her under him, and they’d kiss.
Mitsuha’s first kiss. No, that’s dumb, she’s probably kissed him plenty of times before this. Who waits to have sex to have your first kiss? That’s stupid.
Where was she?
They’d kiss, and Taki… he’d be dominating. Like it was fight. His tongue would meet hers and it would dominate her as he held her in his arms, her breasts pressed against his naked chest.
Taki was a strong, young man. Not bulky, but not fat or skinny. He was strong, and he’d hold her in those same strong arms, kissing her, wanting to make sure she was safe and comfortable. That was the nice side of him. The part of him that protected her friends or made them that wooden weating area back in her hometown.
Taki really was a nice guy, but he’d also tease her.
“Already wet for me, Mitsuha?” or maybe, “You just can’t resist me, can you?”
“J-Jerk,”Mitsuha muttered as his hand moved faster on Taki’s cock, pumping it, feeling precum dribble down the shaft.
He’d make fun of her, and she’d blush, but then they’d kiss again and it would all be okay. They kiss again and again as his dick slipped into her warm, wet pussy, filling her insides as she moaned in pleasure.
Would it hurt the first time? She had read that it would hurt. Not that she read about this a lot, but even if it did, Taki would be gentle with her. He’d go slowly, back and forth, or he’d just stop, letting her adjust to feeling of his cock inside of her, filling her.
Would it be feel like being split in two? Or just like being… filled? Once she was better suited for it, though, then he’d start to really go at it.
A quickening pace. Harder. Not too hard. She’d put a hand on his arm or something, and the she’d hold it differently depending on how she wanted to be treated. She couldn’t just tell him. Not with his cock inside of her, making her feel so good inside.
Mitsuha had felt a few fingers inside of her before, but this wouldn’t just be a few fingers. It’d be Taki’s cock. She hoped he’d feel good.
He’d feel the warm, wet walls of her pussy squessing his shaft, gripping it tightly, better than his hand. Her arms would wrap around him, maybe even her legs, and every thrust would send waves of pleasure through them. They’d moan together, their sweaty, naked bodies clinging to each other as the bed trembled under them.
“Taki…” She moaned his name out in her fantasy and in reality, and she heard his voice calling out her name. In fact, she began to moan it out, just wanting to hear him say it. “Mitsuha. Misuha. M-Mi-eeeaaahh…!”
Mitsuha felt her muscles tightening, before her entire began to shake for half a second. The build up, and now the release. It was so hard to describe as she felt pleasure filling her mind, coating every inch of her skin, sending her body down into a pit of hot, hot pleasure.
Taki would cum inside of her. His cum would shoot out, staining the bed with just how much there was, but so much would go inside her. Nearly all of it. She’d feel his cum coating the inner walls of her body, pooling inside her womb as he’d kiss her, promising to love her and their child, to treat her like his princess.
He loved him. She could hear him say the words. She-
Could feel something on his hand. Mistuha opened his eyes, and he nearly screamed at the sight. Globs of cum on his hand and even ont Taki’s bed! He pulled her hand away from his dick, nearly bringing it to her face to smack himself.
He stopped moments before it was too late, gawking at all of the cum Taki had shot onto the bed…. That she had shot all over the bed.
“Oh, no. No, no, no…” The phone buzzed, a message from one of Taki’s friends.
‘Where are you? Class is starting soon!’ it read.
“Taki’s gonna kill me,” Mitsuha whimpered, eyes bouncing between the phone and the streaks of cum everywhere.
